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Mended and standing once more, this bicycle commemorates an English cyclist who tragically lost her life when a car door opened unexpectedly into her path.
Weathered and worn, the bike remains—its frame rusted, its saddles long gone.
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Wyne
I became curious about seeing him every morning on my way to the Art School, long after a major strike had ended over the harbour workers’ working conditions.
He stood on Tamaki Drive, the most stunning road that runs along the beautiful Auckland Harbour. He held a placard—but I I could never make sense of it.
So one day, I decided to park the car and walk over to talk to him.
Wyne is a silent vide